Wrong but right

Desperate Choices

After two days, Manisha came back to her normal routine, she was making breakfast for Abhishek and his mom. 'She such a sweetheart,' his mother said while looking at Manisha. 'Mom I want to ask something, I really love her and I want you guys to fix our marriage as soon as possible because after all this I can't risk it better for both of us to get married,'.

'I completely understand your concern but there are some rituals and all that is necessary for the wedding also we have to ask her parents and preparations and all,'. 'I know about all this but we can do all this quickly and soon,'. 'Ok I'll talk to your dad about this,'. 'Thankyou thank you so much,' Abhishek said excitedly. 'Why are you so excited?' Manisha inquired, setting the breakfast before them. 'He's positively eager to savor your homemade breakfast,' Abhishek's mother joked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Blushing, Manisha masked her embarrassment with a gracious smile. 'Well then, let's indulge,' she declared, and they settled at the dining table. Amidst the clinking of cutlery and cheerful banter, they enjoyed their morning meal, sharing laughter and joy.

Elvish was discharged from the hospital, his emotions raw and his mind racing. On the way back, he called Katariya with a sense of urgency. 'Where is Kirti? I need to see her,' Elvish's voice was desperate. 'But she's busy with her wedding shopping,' Katariya replied, his tone cutting through Elvish's hope.

The words hit Elvish hard. 'What?' His voice trembled with disbelief. 'Listen, Elvish, she's moving on. It's time for you to let her go,' Katariya's words were firm, attempting to break through Elvish's resistance. 'Are you insane? I love her, damn it!' Elvish's frustration exploded into the phone. His mother intervened, her touch a grounding force on his shoulder.

'Don't waste time with useless suggestions. Just ask her where she is and inform me,' Elvish demanded, his voice strained with emotion. 'But if things go wrong again,' Katariya cautioned. 'That's my burden now. Just let me handle it. Focus on what you need to do,' Elvish cut the call abruptly, feeling a surge of pain in his head. His mother handed him a water bottle, which he drained in a single gulp. Leaning back in his seat, he closed his eyes, trying to find a moment of peace amidst the storm raging inside him.

Abhishek, Manisha, and his mother sat in the lounge, enjoying each other's company. Suddenly, his mother broke the conversation, her tone serious. 'Now it's time to go back to Delhi,' she announced, her gaze fixed on Abhishek. Manisha's smile faded as she spoke up, questioning the sudden departure.

'But why so soon? We could stay for another week. You wanted to explore Mumbai,' she suggested. 'Yes, Mom, and you've been looking forward to it. Let's make sure you see everything you wanted,' Abhishek chimed in, trying to negotiate. 'No, Abhishek, it's urgent. Your father is alone and not well. I already asked Nischay to book my ticket back to Dehli. My flight is in two hours. I have to go, but you stay here,' she explained, her voice tinged with concern.

Abhishek and Manisha exchanged worried glances. 'Are you serious? You're leaving today, and you're telling us now?' Abhishek asked, his concern evident. 'It's important. I don't want to go, but I have to,' she replied, her voice heavy with resignation. 'Now, drop me at the airport, or else your wish will come true,' she joked, trying to lighten the mood. They shared a moment of laughter before Abhishek and Manisha drove her to the airport. On the way back, Abhishek turned to Manisha with a newfound determination. 'Let's go to the beach,' he suggested. 'Okay,' Manisha agreed eagerly, ready for a change of scenery.

In the stillness of her room, Jiya sat, her silence a deafening echo of the recent incident. Her mother, bearing a tray of food, gazed upon her with aching concern. 'Why do you do this to yourself, my dear? I can't bear to see you like this. I want my old Jiya back, the one who was full of life and joy. Forget him; he doesn't deserve you. Let him go to that unrefined girl—I can't even bring myself to speak her name. She's repulsive,' her mother pleaded.

Jiya remained impassive, mechanically eating her food. Her mother, unable to contain her emotions, approached and gently held her face. 'Please, don't do this to yourself. If you're angry, let it out. Don't suffer in silence,' she implored. Jiya met her mother's gaze but offered no response. 'Mom, please, just go,' she whispered, returning to her meal. Her mother looked at her, her heart breaking. Suddenly, Jiya's eyes widened, and she shouted, 'Leave!' Startled, her mother retreated as the house help hurriedly escorted her out of Jiya's room.

As Jiya started to eat, her world was interrupted by a jarring notification from an unknown number. Opening it, she was confronted with a picture of Abhishek and Manisha, hands entwined, the location tagged. There was a text also in which it was written "Chi Chi Chi Jiya, you can't even keep them away. Look at what they're doing to you. Now, I feel sympathy for you. You never get the one you love. Oh, that's so sad. But this time, your plan has backfired on you. Except for your target, they both are happy and together. You lose, Jiya. You lose....".

After reading this she remember his words "I choose her over you not out of love, but because she's selfless and kind. Unlike you, she won't harm for ego. Your involvement in my past isn't love; it hurts. Your jealousy of Manisha is evident. I avoid the police for your sake, but your actions disgust me. Consider her feelings; she deserves happiness too. I join my hands in front of you, pleading, Don't disrupt our happiness. Live well, and let me be happy with her. It's my earnest request – if you truly care, leave so we can find separate happiness.".

Gripping her head, she let out a gut-wrenching scream, 'No, you can't do this to me, Abhishek!' Her mother and servants rushed in, but she pushed them away, fleeing to her mother's room and locking the door. Moments later, she emerged with keys in hand. 'What's that?' her mother demanded. Jiya's chilling reply came with a smirk, 'A gun,' as she dashed out, the engine roaring as she sped away.

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